President Wife is Pretty and Cool

Old thing!

Still thinking about your eldest son even at death’s door!?

“Grandma, don’t worry, you will be alright. Let’s eat something else today. The doctor said that you can only eat some simple soup with your illness, so I specially got someone to make some tofu soup for you to drink.”

Lan Anran took out a pot of white tofu with a little water inside. There wasn’t any grease at all and there were even some chopped green onions floating on top.

Zhao Xiumei picked it up and took a sip. She frowned when there wasn’t any taste at all.

“Isn’t there any salt?”

Lan Anran pretended to be surprised and tried it.

“Ah!”

She spat it out as soon as it entered her mouth, looking anguished.

“Grandma, it’s so salty, why did you say there isn’t any salt?”

Zhao Xiumei tasted and was sure that there was no salt and said furiously, “You brat! How dare you lie to me!”

She couldn’t help but knock over the pot of tofu soup.

Just then, Lan Tingyun pushed the door open and Lan Anran started to sob.

“Grandma, it’s my fault. You were upset because you were ill. I made the tofu soup a little salty, I’ll make another one!”

When Zhao Xiumei saw Lan Tingyun return, she knew that the brat did it deliberately.

“There isn’t any salt, why are you pretending? Would an old lady like me bully you?”

She hurriedly explained.

“Mom, what’s wrong?”

Lan Tingyun walked over and asked.

“Tingyun, that brat dares to tease me. This tofu soup has no oil or salt, she insisted that my sense of taste was problematic. Isn’t she cursing me to make my illness worse?”

Zhao Xiumei scolded angrily.

“Grandma, it’s my fault. This tofu soup really has salt. Grandma, I didn’t lie to you.”

Lan Anran said miserably.

“Mom, it’s just a bowl of tofu soup, don’t bicker with a child. I know you’re upset, let me help you rest.”

Lan Tingyun spoke softly.

“Sleep? Do you think I’m a pig? I’m in bed for 18 hours a day, do you still treat me as your mother? You don’t let me go anywhere and I’m always in this small courtyard. Are you going to put me on house arrest?” Zhao Xiumei said furiously.

“Mom, it’s not that. We’re just taking care of you because you’re sick. Is the medicine you took still effective?”

Lan Tingyun asked.

“It doesn’t have much effect!”

Zhao Xiumei thought of her illness and her expression dimmed.

“Anran, your grandma is ill and needs nourishment. Why did you feed her this?”

Lan Tingyun looked at the tofu soup on the ground and questioned her.

“Dad, I made a lot of soup for Grandma, but she doesn’t drink it.”

Lan Anran felt wronged.

“Bring the soup over.”

Lan Tingyun reminded her.

Lan Anran was overjoyed as she placed a pot of chicken soup in front of Zhao Xiumei.

“Mom, be good and drink more!”

Lan Tingyun comforted her.

“Tingyun, how is the matter with the house? Mom’s health is deteriorating day by day, you have to fulfill my wishes.”

Zhao Xiumei was still fiddling with it.

“Mom, don’t worry, I’m already raising money for the house, but it’s too much. I need time.”

Lan Tingyun blew the chicken soup to put it into Zhao Xiumei’s mouth.

“What? Are you serious? You’re not lying to me?”

Zhao Xiumei was pleasantly surprised.

“Yeah.”

Lan Tingyi took the opportunity to send the chicken soup in.

“What about your brother’s job?” Zhao Xiumei asked again.

“Mom, if Tingyi doesn’t change, he wouldn’t be able to find a job anywhere. He couldn’t go to his previous job and you know how Tingyi is like. He will have to depend on himself.”

Lan Tingyun continued to feed her chicken soup.

Zhao Xiumei was displeased and stopped drinking the chicken soup.

“Don’t you know what your brother has experienced? He has an inferiority complex and was a conceited doctor previously. He definitely wouldn’t accept you sending him to clean the toilets. Find a doctor related job for him, even if he has to give injections or manage medicine in the storeroom. He can lead an easy life and just get a salary.”

Lan Tingyun put down the chicken soup and thought for a moment.

“Mom, an area in the hospital lacks people. I wonder if Tingyi dares to come? The work is relaxed and the salary is high.”

Zhao Xiumei’s eyes lit up.

“What place?”

“There’s a night shift in the hospital’s mortuary.”

Lan Tingyun spoke slowly.

“Pfft!”

Lan Anran couldn’t hold in her laughter.

Lan Tingyi looked like a violent person everyday, but he was just a coward. It would be more difficult for him to go to the mortuary than to lie down himself.

“Tingyun, you…”

“Mom, there’s really no more room. He can’t be a doctor anymore. The work in the morgue is pretty easy. He just has to move the patients, register them, and hand them over. This is as far as Tingyi can go.”

Lan Tingyun was helpless.

“Sigh! Speaking of him, I don’t think he has anything to do after sending me here. He didn’t even come to see me.”

Zhao Xiumei was a little sad.

“Grandma, Uncle is probably busy gambling,” Lan Anran smiled and said.

“Anran, don’t talk nonsense. Mom, I’ll talk to Tingyi myself and we’ll see if he agrees.”

Lan Tingyun fed Zhao Xiumei the chicken soup.

“Grandma, hurry and drink, we’ll go to bed later.”

Lan Anran hurried her. There was a surprise waiting for her up there.